"They're grown people, all over again," remarked Mr. Burton, with a laugh.
"What do you mean?" demanded Mrs.Burton.
Toddie looked rather guilty, but Budge
displayed the smile of the fully justified, and
remarked, "Now you know what kind of meals little
boys like, Aunt Alice."
"Only this—that when their own devices fail, they're in a hurry for the consolations of religion," said Mr. Burton. "May I visit the Sunday-school?"
"I suppose I can't keep you away," sighed Mrs. Burton, leading the way to the parlor. "Boys," said she, greeting her nephews, "first, we'll sing a little hymn; what shall it be?"
"Ole Uncle Ned," said Toddie, promptly.
"Oh, that's not a Sunday song," said Mrs. Burton.
"I fink tizh," said Toddie, "'cause it sayzh, free or four timezh, 'He's gone where de good niggers go,' an' that's hebben, you know; so it's a Sunday song."